Recent content by Trychaj Bal

"Ah, manners.... forgot 'bout them things" he snorted in amusement to himself. He didn't change his posture though as he crossed his arms, instead he gave a lazy salute that would have any proper drill sergeant blow a casket at how undisciplined it was. "Name's Trychaj Bal, an' I'm already...

Trychaj looked up, to see the first enter the Cantina, a Twilek male with dark markings on his skin and overall a taste for dark attire it seemed, following him was a tin can on wheels. His client had stated this would bee one of his contacts so that was one of the the crew already accounted...

TIME: 7 AM Galactic Time LOCATION: Sneeve Trychaj would’ve been a liar if he’d said this wasn’t his kind of job, escorting stuff? Not his kind of deal. Killing pirates and thugs? Hah, that was his kriffin’ existence. He could even stand being travelling through some dingy ol’ transport...

Location: Mos Espa Time: 10:00 Trychaj hated Tatooine, truly he did. He was sure there were other places he'd hate just as much but that didn't really dim down the annoyance he had with the place. It was one giant dustball with a hot sun, more hot sun, smugglers, thieves, slavers and boy...